Musings and dreamlands

Harumph.

2010-01-19T12:22:00.000-08:00

That's the noise of aggrivated disatisfaction.

I realised today that I could probably spend ALL my money on:

Attractive but inappropriate cameras.

First edition books.

Entomology collections.

Clementines.

Cast Iron sewing machines.

Bed linen.

Cats.

Ponies.

Yup! That would make me happy as a clam.

Dreams

2010-01-14T09:13:00.000-08:00

I keep dreaming about various pastel hued ponies.

Real ones, none of this plastic shit.

I almost cry every time I wake up because I know I will never have one.

Christmas was beautiful and vulgar. Obviously.

New years was epitome of inebriation.

2010 has been distinctly average so far.

I would like a little excitement.

I would like to achieve something.

True love

Beards.

2009-12-06T07:59:00.000-08:00

I think one of my favourite things about the winter months is the fresh crop of bearded men. When I'm cracking out my hideous/amazing knitwear collection they are growing their own on their faces. I am obsessed with beards. I automatically like a person 25% more if they are bearded. I think it's probably got something to do with my uncle pretending he had a baby mouse living in his beard when I was a tiny thing.

Now I don't know this man. But that is my quilt.

Wah.

2009-12-03T10:43:00.000-08:00

I miss my kitty.

I love him so much.

All these Norwich cats just can't compete.

Bad neglectful Francesca

2009-11-21T15:26:00.000-08:00

I haven't abandoned you little blogling I promise.

I have been a busy little bee recently. Lots of work for my current uni project, all the more painful as the enthusiasm for it only lasted about two weeks. I did not use the enthusiastic weeks well. Now I'm left with stale ideas and sub par work. Yet again. But I am determined to drag my arse through and pass. I don't care how low my mark is- as long as it's a pass. Talk about academic satisfaction, jeez.

Back at the family home we have a new tiny member. I tiny little fluff called Sophia. She is one of the cutest (and most violent) little creatures we have ever had. My hands look like I tripped and fell into a thorn bush. Actually being abused by a puff ball. Disgrace. My brother just turned up with her one day. Naturally my mother couldn't turn away a kitten, so now she sleeps in my brother's sock drawer and bullies my other Kitty.

I am starting to get extremely excited about Christmas. I just want to make decorations. I'm planning on forcing my house-mates' to have a craft weekend. Literally beautify this boxy little terrace and make it the prettiest grotto ever.

I am a sucker for a bit of sparkle.

Really bad music.

2009-10-29T12:24:00.000-07:00

Terrible week for musical guilty pleasures. Literally abominations. Think Erasure, think Shakira. I hate myself a little, but they have amazing ability to lift a thoroughly cranky mood.

I have finally decided that my principle discipline will be embroidery. My tutors only comment about this decision was "yes well that's been obvious for 3 years" Thanks Jill. Nice of you to bully me into knit and weave anyway you old sandwich.

Chez Sucre Chez has officially convinced me I think.

(http://chezsucrechez.blogspot.com/)

Her simple hoop work makes me smile. I'm so tired of embroidery being so undervalued. Blah blah craft vs art etc. But still, people never seem to understand the labour of love that goes into these creations. Sewing is not as therapeutic is people want to believe.I think it's about time embroidery started getting the credit it deserves. Plus it's the closest I can get to directly illustrating via a textile medium that isn't sodding print making.

Delicious.

I need write letters to primary schools and convince them to let me teach embroidery workshops.

Effort.

Tada

2009-10-25T18:38:00.000-07:00

I keep having dreams about hair.

Plaiting hair.

I get very distressed when I realise how encapable I am of achieving the above when I wake up.

i think my critical studies essay will be about hyper reality and tapping the subconscious.

Obviously this is an ideal situation, but my lack of knowledge or patience will hinder the effort.

I'll end up writing about knitting again.

I accidentally shredded a roll of 35mm I had been nursing for 2 months.

There is something wrong with the teeth on my pentax.

I have a wedding to plan.

Old and New.

2009-10-19T15:35:00.000-07:00

I had a rather lovely time visiting my family for the weekend. It was the usual drunken binge that it always is-but this time with the added bonus of a tiny kitten, my nephew learning to walk, green contact lenses, preparing a wedding and an amazing gift from my daddy; a Victorian sewing box.

Came back to a gruelling 2 hour lecture about electronic knitting machines at 9am in the morning today, but I can forgive the fates for that monstrosity seeing as two perfect pairs of vintage bally style leather shoes presented themselves to me in the good old British Heart foundation just after. I feel the world was apologising to me. Both have a two inch little block heel, one pair are tan peep toe with braided sides, and the other pair are black leather dolly t-bars. In love.

In other completely irrelevant news, I can't stop watching the Virgin Suicides again. I thought I had exhausted my love of the film beyond repair, but it seems I've caught my second wind. Most people give it a hard time, yes it is very slow paced and yes the acting is pretty patchy. But aesthetically it is everything I want in a film. Plus let's be honest- AIR really peaked when they did the soundtrack.

She can't act, but I do like her when she's quiet.

Sophia Coppola knows that.

Make me a cup of tea.

2009-10-09T09:56:00.000-07:00

Norwich is cold and wet and slippery.

I look forward to the day I can walk to the studio and not violently twist my ankles on the cobble stones.

But it's fine because I thrifted a glorious new coat. It's quilted denim with velvet trimmings. I love it and it's very snug. Just as well I found it seeing as my old coat makes me look like one of the railway children.

None the less, me and the glorious Sebastian J Billing plan on scheduling an epic vintage hunt this weekend. Much rummaging, much tea, much whinging about the modern youth. Oh how time has flown since we worked at the horrific establishment that is Topshop.

Amy came round after my group tutorial yesterday and we made a lovely fish supper. Smoked mackerel with peppercorn, runner beans and honey roasted veg. Amazing. However due to the nature of mine and Amy's fabulous friendship we then proceeded to consume 3 bottles of wine. Resulting to unlawful use of the new Instax 100.

She tried to take a good 5 pictures of me, but not one came out. Either the camera was trying to do me a favour/my face is in fact a colourless orb and doesn't even register as an exposure/we got wine in the Instax .

Any thing is possible!

P.s Amy most certainly snores.

& I am still hung over.

Artist studies are coming soon.

Oh Mr Postman

2009-10-07T10:40:00.000-07:00

Today was ever so chilly, but naturally I still found it appropriate to wear a cotton dress. I say cotton dress when really I mean a long skirt I thrifted. I just hitched it up and tied a belt round the middle. It is covered in autumnal leaves, I felt the part. This however hasn't helped my nasty head cold.

When walking to my studio I saw an old motorbike noisily bluster past- it only had a giant pumpkin in it's side car! I think this easily made my day. I think in all the excitement of changing leaves I actually forgot about Halloween. My costume ideas are usually incredibly

half-arsed considering how much I love craft. Last year I tied a sheet around my body and made a wreath out of ivy. I'm a terrible Roman. I'm potentially thinking New Young Farmers..I see tweed and posh neckerchiefs. I don't know.

In other more exciting news, I received a couple more blessed packages from Mr Postman.

My ebay habits are fast spiralling out of control.

I got this little cutie, a kitsch little oil painting:

Package number two contained the biggest camera I have ever held.

The beast that is a wide angle Fuji Instax 100.

Little did the previous owner know there were still exposures left in the camera.

Absolute bonus treats!

I am so pleased with my post.

Now I'm off to get my hair colour changed.

Reddish Autumn tones? I think so.

Hello

2009-10-06T12:09:00.000-07:00

I think today is officially Autumn. The trees are getting into the swing of things. My little maroon t-bars just couldn't handle the rough terrane of damp leafy path, but my word the colours are pretty. But in other news it is now an acceptable time in the year to have porridge for breakfast again, cinnamon and honey please. Let's not forget the ridiculous knitwear now folks. The great art school war of the jumpers will undoubtedly ensue. I'll try and snap some prime examples for you to feast your eyes on.

I received the best post known to any peanut butter lover today. The wonderful person that is Mr Robert Taylor III sent me this little surprise. I think I love him just that little bit more.

Who could not swoon over such amazing parcels?

Delicious.